mark bradshaw - letters

this scene.

the music. the editing. makes you smile and her just laying back on the bed like that...gentle music playing in her head as the wind breezes up through her skirt, she floats along...

i feel like that a lot


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there are so many things i wish to write.  i wish there were an invention for thought recording, because sometimes i sit and let my mind flow and i think of the perfect way to say something, and i take a deep breath, but by the time i have found pen and paper, it is lost.  why is everything lost.

i don't know if i feel sad or just particular tonight.  there are so many things for me to be happy about.  i might be falling in love for the first time.  but things get strange at times.

i have to go.